I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted, and burned.
…and every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender… I am an immortal.
Every morning he will wake up in his bed on Cherry street to the sound of lovers declaring their union, but this night at least, he lies in the morgue, mourned but not loved by the one he desires, the image a dark echo of the refrain of rebirth that fills Groundhog Day.
(screenshot via Groundhog Day)
(I belong to the) Blank Generation - Richard Hell and the Voidoids
I was sayin let me out of here before I was
even born—it’s such a gamble when you get a face
I don’t usually weigh in on such matters, but since it seems to be topical*, I will make an exception. Generation X is the single greatest name for a generation ever. It totally rips the hell out of the lame ass tendency to label imaginary and arbitrary temporal aggregations of population by reducing it to its essentials. Is there even any competition? Millenials, give me a break, about as apocalyptic as a jelly donut. Generation Y, why indeed? How does it feel to be a sequel? Baby Boomers, is something that happens in a diaper.
I will admit that Lost Generation is a tiny bit kick-ass, but I am waiting for Last Generation to break out. End Of Message
also happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
*ha!
Aging Orange - The Vandals
It’s been years since I listened to Aging Orange.
cuz I invented socks and i invented gravy but no one ever paid me and also happy wednesday or whatever the hell day it is -mumblelard
Gimme My Steel Reserve - The Ramones
A rare Ramones track in which they exhibit a concern for national stockpiles of raw materials and also shill cheap beer.
this song makes me want to use some tinned adhesive for other than its intended purpose and also happy tuesday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
Safety Pin Stuck in My Heart - Patrick Fitzgerald
I don’t love you for your many reasons
Propagandas, doctrines, treasons
All I know’s that
Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating
and go the whole wide world just to find your graveyard eyes and also happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
punk’s not dead
